Only Villains Do That 1.47 In Which the Dark Lord Breaks and Enters and Breaks

1.47 In Which the Dark Lord Breaks and Enters and Breaks

I got no end of grief from Sakin and Aster and even Gilder for putting it that way. Quietly, while we were on the move, and only once we were out of earshot, because none of them were idiots. And sure, okay, betray might have been a more grandiose than accurate way of phrasing create a diversion, but I needed to get people accustod to respecting my showmanship. It was a bit of an uphill climb when it ca to so of them, Aster.

Lady Gray had her people all up and down Cat Alley; wed created a weak patch in their distribution by wiping out that one safehouse and hopefully my attack on the counting house had diverted so away, but the problem remained that wherever I popped up first, her entire forces would begin congregating there. That wasnt what worried , exactly. Just the thought of unleashing all my spells and Asters greatsword against a bunch of people conveniently massed in a confined street made the anticipatory bloodlust start bubbling up my spine, making see red, and that was sothing I was probably going to have to deal with sooner than later. More at issue was that Gray was smart enough to strike at my weak points rather than just throwing n at like wheat against a scythe.

I had over a hundred weak points. Every woman on this alley who Id co here to recruit and how had to protect. As soon as I appeared, a bloodbath would start, and it wouldnt be focused on .

Therefore I needed the ability to appear without it becoming known that I had. I needed confusion.

And fortunately, I now had nine people positioned to draw attention to one end of Cat Alley, and a familiar who could spot people lurking on the rooftops whether or not they were within his line of sight.

Oh, I thought that was a chimney, Kastrin muttered, taking aim with her crossbow.

Yeah, thats why he picked that spot, said Biribo. You want the chimney on the left. Hes got on a big hat, so your headshots a little below where youd expect.

Got it.

I refrained from asking whether she was sure she could make the shot. Kastrin was proud but not prideful, and knew better than to endanger us by grandstanding. It was a long shot for anyone; my Slishot was technically more accurate because the spell did the aiming for , but at that distance I was concerned it wouldnt be a kill. Slis were lousy ammunition, all things considered, and gently splattering a lookout with one would be a great way to have an alarm sent up.

The crossbow twanged, the bolt vanished into the darkness, and the chimney on the left slumped silently over, then tumbled off the roof.

Nice, I said, patting her lightly on the back. Kastrin gave a brilliant smile over her shoulder.

Sakins coming back, Biribo reported. All three targets neutralized without a peep. That guys good.

Whats his story, anyway? Jadrin asked quietly.

All of us turned to look at her in the darkness. She glanced back and forth, then shrugged.

What? Whatd I say?

Sakin scrabbled up onto our rooftop almost silently. How we doin, boss?

Biribo? I asked.

No scouts or lookouts within our line of sight, he said.

Wanna keep going, Lord Seiji? asked Sakin.

I hesitated, looked up and down the row of dark roofs with the blue-tinged light of Cat Alley shining up from below.

No, I said finally. Thisll have to do. Weve silenced communications on half the street and at this point were on borrowed ti. Every second makes it more likely therell be a shift change or soonell find a body. Lets move in.

It was a risk, but there was just no way to do this without risksworse, without the certainty of innocent casualties. Even under optimal conditions we just didnt have the manpower or ti to silently pick off Lady Grays forces one by one until they didnt have enough left to threaten the Alley cats, and that wasnt even addressing the possibility that my nine new recruits would actually betray rather than divert street soldiers to investigate the slaughtered and now abandoned safehouse theyd found. I was gambling that even if they were plants, they would play along in the short term to stay on my good side long enough to get close enough to to pull sothing off.

If I was wrong, Grays people would already be beating up or killing prostitutes at that end of the street. If I was right, theyd quickly figure out from the ss wed left in the safehouse that I was here and that would start in minutes at most. There was the possibility that the turncoats would manage to go the extra mile Id asked of them, but it would be foolish to pin my hopes on that. Either way, we hadnt even touched Grays forces all up and down the other half of the street, and kicking off the main event the way I was about to would imdiately start the bloodshed.

I was going to get these won hurt and possibly killed no matter what I did. I took refuge in the pulse-pounding rage clawing its way up my throat like bile; it was easier to endure than the guilt.

Once I got my hands on Gray, her end was going to bedramatic. Immolate was too good for that bitch.

We moved as lightly as we could, but this big a group leaping onto a roof one after another was inevitably going to create noise, so I put on a burst of speed. With was the entire crew wed brought: Aster, Sakin, Donon, Kasser, and Harold from North Watch; Jadrin, Kastrin, Adelly, Sicellit, and two other girls from the Alley Cat (those best qualified for violence, which most of the cats werent yet); and the strays wed picked up in town, Gilder and Minifrits three bouncers, Thwyn, Olyc, and Raelther. Fifteen people wasnt nearly enough of an army to take on Grays massed street soldiers, but it was definitely enough that moving silently wasnt an option. Wed made it this far by the simple expediency of killing all potential witnesses, but from this point on I was forced to rely on speed and shock.

As such, rather than waste ti scouting for a discreet entrance, I picked the nearest window, yanked it open, and hopped through. As luck would have it, this landed in an upstairs bedroom which was currently in use.

UhHealer? said the woman inside, staring curiously up at from under the shocked-looking young naked man currently between her legs. Is there sothing wrong with the front door?

Yes, its in view of a lot of people Id rather not et, I explained. Speaking of which, is this fellow bothering you, Tazilit?

Hey, hey! she protested, wrapping her arms protectively around the suddenly terrified man, who couldnt have been more than twenty, and frowned at over his shoulder.. None of that! Kaenons a sweet guy. My best custor!

Ah, my humble apologies for the interruption, then, I said politely, setting a red halo on the bedstand. Have another hour on , Kaenon. Terribly sorry. Well just get out of your hair.

If all went according to plan for once he wouldnt be getting his extra hours worth, or even the rest of this one, but the thought counted for sothing, surely. I swept into the hall, the rest of us filing through the room after . Several of my crew, I was proud to hear, also offered polite apologies. Gilder loudly said Hah, nice! and Sicellit stopped to demand why Kaenon hadnt visited her in two months; Aster had to collect them both by the collar, the three being last through the door. Thwyn, expressionless and used to this kind of thing, silently shut it behind us.

By that point I was already at the stairs, and accelerated my descent down them as I caught the sound of what was happening down there in the Jostled Jugss common room.

There was no music, either from singing or instruntal accompanint. There was no exuberant shouting, as one often heard in the Jugs; there was laughter, but was all male, and it had that edge to it. Laugher is a social reflex we primates have, not unlike the hooting of baboons, and contrary to popular belief we dont only do it out of amusent. People sotis laugh when theyre nervous or frightened, and often to show solidarity with each other when acting out so bonding exercise or another. Bullies, I knew from experience, would often laugh while tornting soonenot when doing so alone, but to solidify the group at the expense of its victim. The laughter I was hearing told nothing was funny.

I landed at the base of the stairs, my cloak flaring behind , and only half the room went silent at my entrance. Gannit herself paused, having picked up a fallen club and apparently been about to launch herself at one of the miscreants; it was a damn good thing I arrived when I had. She was scrappy for a grandma, but theyd kill her. All four of her bouncers were already down, two bleeding on the floor and two backed against the wall by n with swords out, holding bleeding arms. All of them, plus the toughs looming mockingly over them, turned to face and froze.

Not the man whod just thrown Madyn across one of the tables and grabbed her by the neck to hold her down, nor the four holding back three of her fellow prostitutes, who were trying to intervene; one already had a bloody lip for her trouble. They carried on guffawing while I began casting.

Heal, Heal, Heal, Heal, Heal.

The flashes of pink light, plus the sudden quiet, got the attention of a couple of the n currently raising hell on the opposite side of the common room. Not the guy on top of Madyn or his nearest cohorts, but one had the presence of mind to release the arms of the woman he was holding back and bolt for the door.

Slishot.

I nailed him right in the pelvis as he ran, sending him hurtling across the room to smash against the wall, where he slumped to the floor, whimpering in pain with a shattered femur.

Aw, that looks uncomfortable, I said, striding toward him. Now, I had everyones undivided attention. Dont worry, Ill make it stop. They do call the Healer.

I stood over him, extended my arm, and took a mont to welter in the seething fury that had risen. I felt alive, buzzing with energy, free of consequence or remorse.

Slishot.

At that range, the squishy sli crushed his skull. Red liquid that was only partly blood sprayed.

Do ya have to make such a fuckin ss in my common room? Gannit demanded, aggrieved. Look at that! You got any idea how hard it is to scrub blood outta the cracks in the floor? Who raised you, boy?

I really am terribly sorry, Gannit, I said, turning and bowing toward her. I wasnt. I was all but trembling with suspended violence; the only thing holding in check at that mont was sheer showmanship. I was creating a spectacle. Timing was everything.

Well, he finally turned up, said the fellow who had just released Madyn and turned to face , pulling his sword free. I hope you

Aw, isnt that precious, I said, pointing at him. Look at the little guy, trying so hard to pretend hes not pissing himself in terror. His knees are shaking!

I couldnt tell if they were or not, though I did notice a glow around his boots. Blessed with Might, then. Nothing else was glowing; artifact boots likely had so kind of mobility or traction property Id have to watch out for. Biribo would warn as soon as he had a mont.

Listen, you, the Blessed thug tried to bluster, pointing his weapon at . Lady Gray

Immolate. Do not say that na to . Aw, I guess he cant hear .

Everyone scrambled away from him. By that point, my forces had fanned into the common room and raised weapons, while Gannits people had all retreated behind them. To judge by the divide this made in the room, there were no custors here. Just the Jugss personnel, and Lady Grays.

That made this next part convenient.

Here, now, said one of the thugs who was not currently thrashing around, screaming and on fire. Look, we dont want any trouble with you, Healer.

Oh, you dont? I replied in a saccharine tone which made them all stiffen up and back away. Hey, Gannit. Have this lot been conducting themselves in the manner of people who dont want any trouble?

Son, if youre just gonna ask obvious questions, do you even need here? the old woman retorted.

A fair point, I acknowledged. A more pertinent question, then: do you mind if I make more of a ss in your place?

Gannit took a long, sour look at the guy by the wall, and the contents of his skull all over her floor, then heaved an irritated sigh and threw her hands up. Oh, well. If you dont, so other asshole will. Its been that kinda week. Go ahead and take out the trash.

Wait a second, squeaked one of the n who only monts before had been nacing the won in this very room.

Im only glad I can be of service, I said courteously to Gannit, then turned my hood slightly toward my followers. Kill them all.

There was justsothingabout giving that order. In practical terms, it was no worse than things Id already done. But Im not a practical person. I am a perforr, and saying it out loud in so many words felt like crossing a line.

More, oddly, than the fact that I felt nothing but a muted thrill of satisfaction when crossbows sang and seven n fell.

One had been missed entirely; he let out an honest to god shriek and tried to run for the door. I didnt bother to do anything about it, since Aster was already moving.

Hey, Biribo, whats with those boots? I murmured as she cut him down, then turned and stalked toward the two others who hadnt suffered lethal wounds yet.

Surestep boots! Biribo said after slithering unpleasantly up to my ear so he could be heard over the diminishing noise as the Blessed thugs screams trailed off. Nothing real fancy, but theyre an adventurers early standby. Wearing those, youll never lose your footing or miss a step. Thats not a flashy effect like so artifacts but it can be a real ga changer in a fight.

I see. Hey, there, feeling better? I called out to the man on the ground as the flas finally died. He was the last of his gang still alive, Aster having just pulled her sword from anothers chest.

F-fuckyou he wheezed, laboriously rolling over and trying to push himself up with one arm.

Glad to hear it, I said. I respect you for having the spine not to try to shmooze . Almost none of your comrades had even that much. Immolate. Im sorry to have left you with this so long, I said, turning to Gannit and having to raise my voice above the renewed howling. Wed have been here sooner, but Minifrit insisted we not run off in a hurry and half-ass it.

Glad to hear shes safe an sound, Gannit grunted, also ignoring the burning man screaming in her front room. I see you brought a few stray cats ho with a fresh set of claws, there. All the other girls all right?

Everyone made it out of the city. I have a safe and defensible place for them.

Good! Yeah, that Minifrit always was cool-headed in a crisis. Its almost as admirable as it is annoying.

I know. Shes got a way of being right that makes you just want to grab her neck and shake her.

Heh, you should try that soti, the old woman said, grinning with mischief. She jiggles real nice.

Id seen enough of Minifrits impressive cleavage that I couldnt help imdiately picturing that. And then

Screaming, the sll of rot, agonized moans, the death rattle of a woman barely halfway through her teens

I physically jerked and had to clench both my fists to steady myself ntally. Oh, good, so that was still going on, and apparently it could cut right through the red fog of rage that was keeping moving. I swear, the human brain is justdefective hardware. Maybe what I needed was more rage. If I kept myself constantly so wound up that I couldnt feel anything else, perhaps Id be able to get through this disaster alive.

Yeah, great plan, Seiji. That was no possible way that could have any undesirable consequences.

Im afraid all this is unfolding faster than Id planned, thanks to Lady Gray and her bullshit, I said. My voice started out hoarse, but cleared as I spoke and recovered my equilibrium. Gannit was watching with eyes as sharp as Minifrits and I had a bad feeling she had likewise singled out my problem, but for now she just listened without comnt. The problem is that Grays people are going to go after the Alley cats. Ive done what I can to prevent that, but its not going to be enough; there are still dozens of them around Yrshith Street at least. What I need is a way to draw their attention and presence to instead of going after the won. Im open to ideas.

Hm, thats tricky, she grunted, stroking her chin and squinting. Most of these goons are thick enough to buy pretty much anything you sell em. Grays a clever bitch, though, and enough of her actual lieutenants are sharp enough to at least follow directions. Tricks getting em to react before they can consider orders and plans. Yeah, I may have a notion. Oh, hey, your roast is done.

Why, so he is. I stepped over and picked up the mans fallen sword; he scuttled back from in a panic, having just ceased burning again. Rather than speak to him, I turned, stepped over to Madyn, and offered it to her hilt-first. I believe you are entitled to this?

Oh, fuck yeah, she crowed, taking the weapon. I had to step quickly back as she made a few experintal and visibly inept swings. Sweet! I always wanted one of these!

Indeed. The question now is, what do you want to do with it. I turned my cowled head to stare pointedly at the man whod minutes ago been abusing her.

Madyn followed my gaze, her grin fading. She glanced over at my ard followers, specifically those who had been prostitutes like herself just days before, clearly putting two and two together.

You want to kill him? Her tone betrayed no enthusiasm for the idea.

I shook my head. If you want to kill him, his life is yours. But there is no reason you should have to. Its your choice.

Okay. She let out a sigh of relief. Cos, yknow, I figure that shithead is probably better off dead anyway, but I dont necessarily wanna be the one to do it. Know what I an?

I very much do, I said feelingly. Killing got way too easy, way too fast. Turning back to the subject of our conversation, I caught him trying to creep toward the door. He froze as I strode toward him again. Aw, now what is that look for? I thought we were all having fun? This is your idea of fun, right? Soone being helpless, tornted, and completely at the rcy of a person with incalculably greater power? I stopped, looming over him. Co, now. No ga is properly engaging if the sa person is it every ti.

He knows, Aster said unexpectedly. Several of the Jugss employees turned to her in surprise; she almost never spoke when we were here. You should save that speech for the highborn, Lord Seiji. Every lowborn knows what its like. This piece of garbage chose to vent his anger at the expense of others, instead of finding people to stand with and try to make things better. But he gets it. We all do.

Mm. I turned from her, back to the fallen man. She has a point. Well, thats not an argunt in your favor, is it? I suppose it doesnt much matter. The question now is whether I have any reason to leave you alive.

He breathed heavily, several patches of his clothing still faintly smoking, and stared up at in silence.

Well, if even you cant think of a reason, that pretty much settles it, I mused.

He bared his teeth viciously at . Ill see you in hell, you fucking freak.

And Ill kick your ass there, too. Youll probably have to remind who you are, though.

Slishot.

I sighed, regarding the ss as his brains joined his companions all over the floor.

Co on, Gannit protested. And why slis, for fucks sake?

Take it up with Virya, I muttered, then raised my voice. All right, sobody help get this guys boots off. Gannit, what was your big idea?

Then an arm gripped from behind, and in the next instant, a blade ripped through my throat.

I stumbled forward as I was released, spraying blood; by that point, it was pure instinct.

Heal!

Fully whole again, if blood-spattered, I spun. Everyone was staring at in shock; several of the won scread, and the rest raised weapons, but there was no sign of anyone near .

I cant sense anyone! Biribo squawked inside my cloak. Thats powerful invisibility magic!

Ara, ara, ara, I said aloud. I felt it rising up, taking over. Fury so potent it made my arms tremble. She was here. Lady Gray, I pr

That ti, the knife sank straight into my chest, right between my ribs, making stagger back and jerk violently as the weapon was ripped free.

Heal! I caught myself mid-stumble, grinning maniacally behind my hood as adrenaline joined the chronic fury driving . Shed missed my heart. Invisible and doubtless experienced, she had the perfect setup to strike, and yet hadnt made the lethal blow. My cheap, looted artifact worked beautifully.

Of course, even a stab to the heart wouldnt kill fast enough to stop from casting Heal, but it was good to know the thing was effective.

And here I thought you were a fast learner, I chided. What a disappointnt.

I could say the sa about you, boy, a womans voice answered out of thin air.

I turned in a slow circle, keeping my head up but watching the floor. There was enough blood everywhere I could see footprints in it. All I needed was for her to make a fresh one while I was looking.

And next, because youre a sad, predictable little creature, youll go for one of the others, I said. And then Ill save them as easily as I can think about it. We can do this literally all night, and it wont be who gets tired first. It wouldnt be even if you werent an old woman.

Her answering chuckle was low, throatyand holy shit, projected. It bounced off the walls, such that even my trained ear couldnt pinpoint her location. Shed had vocal training.

And apparently a knack for showmanship; Lady Gray waited until my slow rotation had brought back around to face the proper way such that when she suddenly appeared, it was right in front of , frad by the door of the brothel. Surrounded by the bloody carnage that minutes ago had been one of her gangs, with my fully intact forces at my back.

The way she projected confidence in a situation that should have placed her at a massive disadvantage was downright inspiring. This woman was almost Hell, she was in my league. I wondered if shed had so kind of stage experience before turning to cri.

Her hand was still on the heavy dagger sheathed at her belt, the glow around it telling that was a powerful artifact indeed.

Lady Gray was a woman in her fifties, at a guess, with a brown lowborn face slightly lined and black hair dusted with silver. Her coat was charcoal gray, a longcoat with the high, folded collar and wide cuffs popular among noblen even if it was otherwise a lowborn workmans coat in style, with its fitted waist and knee-length hem. Also I presud it had armored panels hidden inside, to judge by the plates of blood red akornin stitched onto her heavy leather boots and gloves.

The criminal leader of the Gutters and architect of so many of my problems eyed insolently up and down, in exactly the way Id done to others recently, and was visibly unimpressed.

Ill give you this much credit, boy, she said, thumb subtly caressing the poml of her artifact dagger, you have caused more pain in the ass than I think any three other idiots whove tried to make a play for whats mine. And thats really unfortunate, you see. Because after the ss youve made, now I have to waste even more ti and resources creating such a monunt of your suffering that nobody even dreams about pissing off to this degree again. I am going to disassemble your entire life like a clockwork chanism and replace each individual piece with a new flavor of anguish, hand-crafted to the specifications that will hurt you most. As if I dont have anything better to do! Well, perhaps thatll bring you so comfort when youre kneeling alone in the ruins of what used to be your existence, cursed by the mory of everyone you ever cared about. You, out of all the other jumped-up little shits, warranted that much of my attention. Good job, Healer.

I raised my hands and slapped them together. Then again, and again, slowly, filling the room with the echoes of sarcastic applause.

Wow, I drawled, what a beautiful speech. I had one prepared, too, but now that Ive t you? I think Im gonna save it to use on sobody actually impressive. Immolate.

Lady Gray held my gaze, and a smug grin languorously stretched across her features. She adjusted the position of her feet and flexed her fingers on the handle of her dagger, visibly in control and very much not on fire.

Im sorry, boy, did you just say sothing? Youll have to speak up. Im just an old lady, you know.

Ah, shit.